Baekhyun is dying. The moment he found himself on Earth, he knew: he is dying. He had lived in space for so many years, and the sudden onslaught of air into his

Chanyeol has always been the strange one, the ignored one, the forgotten one. Baekhyun has always been the normal one, the quiet one, the loved one.

It is the third time Choi Seunghyun's landed in detention and it's barely October. For a school where the majority of the students have straight A's and B's and spotless records, this is a shocking thing.

Cacophony: confusing noise. The London night scene is peaceful, really. The Houses of Parliament and the Big Ben all lit up against the blue and pink sky, the Thames reflecting back the lights. Serene. Unlike his mind, dark, cacophonic. As if there is a

The meadow was magic, a crossroad of time. Lay used to escape to his secret meadow and play his guitar, losing himself in his music. Suho liked to listen.

To other people, they would seem like a couple, and Chanyeol didn't mind. In fact, he liked it. He liked to fool himself that yes, they were a couple, yes, they were together. But then Kris would say nah, we're just friends, and Chanyeol would smile and laugh, but every time Kris said that, deep down he'd break a little bit more.